Sense of Sense

Revenge

“Mah.” Ashqar called Safira in a soft voice, giving a warning. “Sorry, Miss Mira. Please be told why our children can fight.”

The guardian of the Alvin class immediately explained the chronology of Alvin and Aldi's quarrel before it was again interrupted by Ajeng. He said the fight started from teasing each other until it ended with hitting each other.

“I had asked Alvin and Aldi about what they had made up before. They admitted if it started from ...” said Mira unsure, looking at the faces of Ashqar and Safira for a while. Then after that he continued, “family problems.”

“Definitely because of gossip on television,” said Ajeng cynically. “Yes, it's not my son's fault if he asks. In the national news.”

“Bu Ajeng, please do not comment unnecessarily,” scold the principal.

“Loh? That's reality, ma'am. Their families are not clear of their origin. The one with his father kept this one ..” Ajeng glanced at Alvin Lamat, staring from the bottom up. “Udah is a mother-mother chat material. So it is not wrong if my child is curious, their child is the one whose attitude is bad.”

The atmosphere instantly became silent. Both Ashqar and Sapphira and two teachers were at a loss for words to hear Ajeng's words that seemed to know no place. The woman is still babbling until Mira, Alvin's homeroom teacher, must calm her down and warn her.

Ashqar has since stroked Safira's shoulders to remain calm. The man did not want his wife to get out of control and reply to Ajeng verbally or physically. Although Ashqar believes if he continues to hold Sapphira then he will be the victim later at home.

“There is nothing wrong or right, both remain wrong,” said the principal. “But the school wants the fathers to know this as a form of joint responsibility in educating these children, because it is true that educating children is not only the duty of teachers in school.”

“No can dong, bu.” Ajeng. He pulled his son's chin facing the principal then the homeroom. “My son's face is bruised like this, you know. No one is responsible?” he said, glancing at Safira cynically.

Safira. Then his sour face changed instantly adorned with a thin smile. While staring at classmate Alvin, he said, “Nak, tomorrow if you don't overdo it like your mother, huh? Shy-shame.”

Gosh darn. Ashqar was eager to pinch Safira's lips, but realized the situation at hand was impossible for him to do so. So the man could only shake his head, not knowing how to react.

Meanwhile, Ajeng immediately stood up while shaking his waist. “Heh!”

“No need, hah-heh-hah-heh.” Safira stood up. “Basic moms. So first if the school of his brain is not left at home. Bego ‘kan, now?”

The new Ajeng opened his mouth, I don't know what to say, but Safira was much faster to make the most of the moment. Still maintaining a sweet smile on her face, Safira pinned her hair behind her ears and carried her beloved black bag.

“Mother of the principal and Ms. Mira, I beg for permission to resign. This matter let my husband do the talking. Optimized.” Safira took two teachers in the room and whispered in Alvin's ear. “Do not be afraid if you are not wrong.”

Afterwards Sapphira walked outside the room and as soon as she had passed the door of the room, the sweet smile on her face instantly faded. “Basic moms shucks,” grunts, kicking air.

Then with a step that was snapped, Safira headed for the car parked outside the school. As he passed through the parking area accidentally the tip of his eye saw a familiar motorcycle. Sapphira stopped her steps, turned her head dramatically and then at once one end of her lips were attracted as soon as she realized who the owner of the black motor in front of her.

Safira approached, watching each side of the motor. “Yes Allah, I do not believe in Your justice. Your only creation that one is very difficult, so let me first aja bales,” whispered.

Safira crouches in front of the rear tire of the motorcycle, looking for where pe’ntil the tire. Then after finding it, Safira quickly and carefully emptied a little of the contents of the motorcycle tire. Not only one, but both tires of two-wheeled vehicles are Safira kerjai.

With a feeling of pride, while patting both palms, Safira stared at the results of her work. Both tires do not look deflated, even when the driver who drives it will not be aware until suddenly the tires can leak during the trip, let alone the surface of the tires is smooth.

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